Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Swans,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.